Semua Bab Her Ultimate Salvation: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Amelie POVI had a sleepless night. Between visions of seeing Matt and that red head together, the impending visit to Rosie’s old Pack and knowing Rosie had become a member of the Blood Moon Pack, I was breaking inside.I was angry at Rosie for moving on without me. She spent the night in Blake’s room. She apologized to me for leaving, she simply wanted to be close to Blake. I could not blame her. I understood the connection but at some point, it would have been nice to have someone of my own to talk to. She tried to tell me how upset Matt was about what happened, but I cut her off. It felt like a betrayal that she would try to speak up for him. She slowly quieted down as I simply looked in the opposite direction of her. “What time do we leave tomorrow morning?” I ask as she moves towards the walk-in closet. “You still want to go?” she asks surprised. “We need answers. It is as good a place as any to try and get some,” I respond. She nods before turning back and walking i

Matt POVI have royally fucked up. I knew it but seeing her indifference made me realize this might be it for us. I do not know what came over me last night, but I had this defeatist attitude when I walked out of the dining hall. And now everything I have ever wanted is about to walk away from me. I can feel her disconnect. I can tell that her aunt and uncle can sense the tension between us. I need to get time away with her so we can simply talk. We never seem to get to do the simple things. And when she jumped in answering Rosie’s father advising him that she was unmarked my heart sank to my stomach. Why would she do that? I knew she was fearless, but this was reckless and a risk she did not need to take. If we could get them identified as marked, then perhaps the man known as uncle would leave them both alone.But that did not help the other women who might also be targets of this sick bastard. I know Amelie. She would do what it took to help other women to avoid being i

Matt POV“I am going home,” Amelie says to me. “What?” I ask in a strangled voice. “I need to go home,” she repeats as tears stream down her cheeks. “No, please, I will be better. I will do better,” I say pleading with her to change her mind.She shakes her head, “I think we both need this time to decide what we really want,” she starts to say before I cut her off. “I know what I want, I want you,” I say to her practically begging her to believe me.“We have had too many things against us. We need to step back before we both get hurt beyond repair,” she whispers as she is fighting herself wanting to stay. “I will give you space. Just stay at the Pack. I will stay elsewhere,” I promise her. She simply shakes her head sadly before wiping her tears from her cheeks.She steps back looking to Kate, “Can I come home for a couple weeks?” Amelie asks her aunt. “Of course. For as long as you need,” Kate replies as she steps away towards her mate. Amelie turns back to me. “It will b

Matt POVI cannot believe I let her drive off with her aunt and uncle. I am so pissed off at myself. All I want to do is chase after her like a wounded puppy. I had hurt her. I had disappointed her. I had no right to expect her to stay, but I had hoped she would stay. I had wanted her to choose me.I kicked at the punching bag, breaking the second one in an hour. We had been back for two hours, and I immediately came here to the gym. I did not want to spar with anyone. I was too pissed off; I knew I would hurt someone seriously if I did that. So here I was trying to expel some energy while Blake and Shane sat in the corner watching me.“I do not need babysitters,” I growl at them as they continue to watch me. “She said two weeks, not forever,” Blake reminds me. “That is when she will have decided what she wants to do. That does not mean she will return to me,” I say to them as I secure the new punching bag to the hook above my head.Instead of punching the bag, I look at t

Amelie POVI had watched the video three times before I raced downstairs to share the video with Colby and Kate. I was now watching Colby watch the video for the third time. It seemed surreal that my parents seemed to be alive. More surreal that my mother wanted me to join them. That she had missed me and loved me. How could she say those things when I knew she wanted me to go with her for her research?“She was not a scientist,” Colby mutters. “What?” Kate asks him. “She is talking like a scientist. She hated science in school. Something is not adding up,” he says more to himself than us. Kate and I simply wait for Colby to explain as he considers what he is saying. “She hated science in school. Why is she portraying herself as a scientist?” Colby asks us. “Maybe she studied it these past years?” Kate suggests. Colby is shaking his head. “She failed so many classes; it does not make sense,” Colby suggests lost in his thoughts.“Regardless, it is unsettling that they can